What grows inside is something new
From something me, and something you
From something borrowed, old and blue
What grows inside is something new
What grows inside is a part of me
But what sort of me will they be?
I hope they’ll smile, I hope they’ll love
I hope they’ll wonder about something above
Will they sing? Will they write?
Will they cry, yell or fight?
Excited and scared for who they’ll be
‘cause what grows inside is a part of me
What grows inside is a part of you
but what parts will prove to be true?
Your compassion? Your prowess? How you dance? How you laugh?
How you champion the choice of the less chosen path?
Will flavors be their palate and their canvas a plate?
What will be their favorite color? Who will be their first date?
I know I’ll love them and I know this is true
‘Cause what grows inside is a part of you
What grows inside is a something new
From something borrowed, old, and blue
What grows, it grows because of our love
Which spans far below and high above
From place of fact and places of lore
And all of the places we have yet to explore
Sure, laughs have been had and tears have been shed
But the greatest adventure lies ahead
‘cause the best of me and the best of you
Is what grows inside of you.
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